ghost

can i face you, ghost
and know everything
that what isn’t said
could be
but is masked instead in a mist…

its chosen way
lose yourself
in me
when you feel you see me
but don’t

a side of me, you follow
gone like mist, maybe sleeping

eyes lost
given
proudly to you
and for you

© r.e.l. 3/15/11

this poem inspired uncleblack to compose a song ‘ghost’ using these lyrics… posted on bandcamp (the katie winter).

thank you! 🙂

posted for Poetry Potluck 3/27-4/2 on Jingle Poetry

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reason realized


you are my soul…

i see you as i am inside
looking out
to feel
with your magical sight
positioning yourself
to give me eyes

but still i ask
who are you anyway?
i know what i know what i don’t have
do you?

you have spaces
that my spaces fit in always
leaving me speechless
you are precious and tough
i’m reaching for you

you are a smile that lasts from the first light
to the last dream of you
and for you…

to see you is to hear you
knowing this about me
ever-changing as you read
my mind
to bring me my finest moments

and so i speak to you
we are reason realized
my world inside
as my tiny roots blend with you

© r.e.l. 3/4/11

posted for Thursday’s Poet Rally, week 39 (march 3-9)

thank you, Jingle, for the Perfect Poet Award 🙂  I accept…  [For next week I nominate Loomings poetry ]

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are you a dream come true?

are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.

close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.

© r.e.l. 1/21/11

Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford

Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry

beautiful one

come to me in a dream from far away, through smoky eyes or darkened skies.  fly…

do i describe a land or courage that only i know?

the river is near to take us
with few words it speaks clearly…

i felt you watch me as i slept. i reached my arms out
did you feel them?

you are listening… say something to me, beautiful one

© r.e.l. 1/7/11

Image of a liquid star

Submitted for Thursday Poets Rally week 37 (1/13-1/19/11) on Promising Poets

maybe i’m scared too

maybe i’m scared too. i’m scared to know that i do feel what you say.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux of Valenciennes

i’m scared to know that inside me is a seed growing, unstoppable.

powerful enough to find you. that if i water the seed it will grow, that it is already growing, that you are my future, that if i look into your eyes i will be swallowed like pools.  to drown.

but in a sweetness that i won’t want to forget.

i’m scared that inside i know my life will have to change, that i’m not who i’m meant to be now, but i will be with you.

i’m scared that the unknown knows more about us than i do.

so, i ask you now, don’t stop.

© r.e.l. 1/3/11

inspired by song ‘Inscape’ by Stateless

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Posted for Poetry Potluck week 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry

Posted (partial) for Micropoetry 3/20/14

the air between

you
have no
idea what you
are doing to me now
inside… how you watch me
with your future eyes that penetrate
the air between us… i realize that i describe
a moment that hasn’t happened yet
but still, somehow i find
myself inside
you
..

© r.e.l. 12/8/10

Photo of the Helix Nebula

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this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry

thanks so much to Jingle for this Stellar Blogger Award on Jingle Poetry

it is as true that i have you

don’t startle
with fear
of losing
to change…

it is as true that i have you as the ocean has the wave
even though a spark, like lightning
can shock me to know
you are not
who i thought…
as a moment witnessed
tells a secret.

and now
aloof to the subtle
you wonder who
these words are for now
without seeing that
i
am a mere mystery drawn to
attract the precious inside…

© r.e.l. 12/1/10

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry

Received The Prolific Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry


in the mirror

i see myself
blurred
in the mirror

as you gather
my hair together
and wrap it around your wrist
for a moment
i am your p r i s o n e r…

eyes glassy i gaze
at a layering
of all my previous days
and all the time that is coming
and suddenly
i feel as if
i’ve become
invisible…

© r.e.l. 8/26/10

inspired by The Time Traveler’s Wife

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tiger eye

crystal clear
my mind’s eye

find the eye of my patient heart
and my perfect timing

slow
yet deliberate
i focus now
on you…

as you
change my life
balance me
give me strength
quiet me

as i climb the walls
to my secret
platform in the sky

© r.e.l. 8/15/10

the art of savasana

The final pose of any decent yoga practice is savasana. It is the place where you reflect upon your entire practice as if it comes before your eyes on a distant cloud.

Some yoga teachers and practitioners believe savasana is the most important pose in yoga, reflecting true peace as the culmination of your practice.

This final resting pose, otherwise known as Corpse Pose, truly is a pose in which to wrap the fruits of your labors or your joys of movement and love for your body.

After moving the precious prana within your body through movements that flow through you, twists that wring out toxins, and peaceful moments in between that take your breath away, savasana is a time to celebrate and smile within in stillness.

It’s a time to celebrate your life force that moves through you, that you may have a tendency to ignore as you move along in your busy day.

To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders. ~ Lao-Tzu ~

Savasana does not act alone.  It is the end result of that which came before it.  It is your consciousness in its pure state, which you can see most easily after clearing out impediments in the body, mind and heart, especially with a seasoned teacher who can lead you eloquently through it, in the right vibe.

In this way the meditative state created in the space becomes like a cloud that you can trust and call your own.  As you wind down your practice in a true state of peace, your ending rest has the power to bring you to samadhi, the 8th limb of the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali.

Samadhi is a non-dualistic state of consciousness in which you become one with all that surrounds you, and all of your thoughts connected outside of yourself, in which the mind becomes still, concentrated on one point though the person remains conscious.

If you are lucky you will feel bathed in a purple light.  The true art of savasana is to become as if a body floating in the ocean, weightless and free.

Namaste.

© r.e.l. 7/13/10

my face in thine eyes

my face in thine eyes
thine in mine appears
and true plain hearts do in their faces rest
where can we find two better hemispheres
without sharp north, without declining west
whatever dies was not mixed equally
if our two loves be one
or thou and i love so alike
that none can slacken
none can die

from ‘Tristan and Isolde’

photo from Eva-Marie Lind

words

moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
digesting
loving
all that you are
along the way

even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower

be patient
all in good time…

© r.e.l. 5/28/10

inspired by my daughter

photo by Lori Tuttle

posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry